"Life's either a daring adventure or nothing." Helen Keller

The Update

Tonight, Miss Q sleeps soundly, having only gotten about six hours of sleep. Her eye is still swollen shut. Her cheek is rock-hard, hot and puffy. She looks like two different people: almost unrecognizable on the right side of her face, and good ol’, cute as a button, Miss Q on the left.

Naturally the only thing that is truly bugging Miss Q is her mum who keeps making her put icepacks on her face.

I ended up taking Miss Q to the hospital this morning. She was extremely itchy, sore and couldn’t open her eye unless she opened her mouth. Funny.

The doctor in the ER didn’t buy her falling on the bunk bed story. (Even though Miss Q still insists that she fell over the Barbie box.) He told us she was having an allergic reaction to something.

Talk about mother guilt. Here I was worrying she’d need x-rays, plastic surgery or a face cast; and all along she was having an allergic reaction. I knew it too, it had been my first question when I saw her, but then I got focused on a fall.

Anyways enough about me. What caused her allergic reaction is still a mystery. Miss Q is hyper-aware of all things that fly and crawl so it’s amazing she wouldn’t have seen or felt a thing. As for environmental or food allergies, nothing has changed in her life. Maybe when the swelling goes down fang marks will be revealed. Hopefully they won’t match Miss S’s incisors.

The nurse in the ER gave Miss Q cherry flavoured Benadryl and that cracked her eye open a slit. So we are to continue giving her antihistamines, Polysporine eye-drops and ice for the next 24 hours in hopes the swelling decreases. If it doesn’t we’ve got an appointment with the ER tomorrow.

At least for the time being she’s comfortable and sleeping. Hopefully the fairies she dreams of will work their magic on her face tonight.

Me

I enjoy watching soccer in the rain. Most of our crafts involve glitter, finger paint or both. I am learning to eat my vegetables. And, whether in socks or bare feet, I absolutely hate stepping on Lego. Here I blog about life with my three little girls, husband and dog.